Current favorite thing to eat-- a Reuben from Arby's. Nice soft rye bread, good sauerkraut (yes, I like sauerkraut, I was born in Germany after all), and just enough meat. yum. Eve is also a fan, she appreciates the leftovers... what a spoiled dog.

Speaking of being born in germany... a few weeks ago I went to the Birthing Inn to fill out paperwork ahead of time (so I dont have to fill it out while I'm in labor). And they had me fill out some information for the birth certificate while I was there. I purposely left the baby's name blank because I felt like if I filled out that part of it, I'd be counting my chickens before they hatched. But I also had to fill out where matt and I were born. Me- Germany, Matt- North Dakota. Just seems weird to me for some reason. Maybe because I dont think I'll ever really believe that Matt was born in ND (since he spent the rest of his life on the east coast).

On St Patrick's Day my uncle asked what percentage of me is Irish. I'm not totally sure how accurate this is, but we (my family and I) figured out that it's probably close to 50%. The other 50% is made up of German, French, English, and apparently French Canadian (though I'm not sure how that's really any different from French.) Matt is mostly Portuguese, Italian, and a little bit Canadian Indian I believe. I actually dont think we have any overlapping backgrounds between the two of us, so our kid is going to be like 1/32nd of everything.

Reading to Pass the Time

6 more days until my due date... but who knows when the baby will actually come.

Since I'm not working anymore, I have had a lot of time to catch up on some reading. Last week I read my first Nora Roberts novel. She's so popular (and writes for adults, which I've been trying to get into) that I decided to give it a try and see what all the fuss was about. I read Tears of the Moon, it's a romance set in Ireland... guy and girl grow up together... guy sees girl as tomboy, girl has crush on guy, eventually guy falls in love with girl... they all live happily ever after. I'm not sure what the conflict was. But overall I'd have to say that most of the teen novels I've read are more interesting and real (even the ones about vampires had more realistic characters). So I think that will probably be my last Nora Roberts book.

I also read another adult book... Tales From the Crib. It's the follow up book to Notes From the Underbelly, which I read last summer. Notes from the Underbelly is about a woman who becomes pregnant and hates everything about it. I actually read it a few months before I found out I was pregnant and pretty much everything in the book terrified me, or at least confirmed my fears about being pregnant. But it was an entertaining read. So Tales From the Crib picks up with the woman having her baby and dealing with life as a new mom. Again, she pretty much hates everything about it, but this time I didn't relate to the book as much as I did the first one. I'm not sure if that's because my circumstances have changed, or if it just shows how much more terrified I was of being pregnant than I am of actually having a baby. But anyway, it was a fun quick read.

Next I read a new teen novel Kiss Me, Kill Me. It's kind of a mystery. Of course the thing I didnt realize is that this book is actually just the first in a new series, so the mystery doesn't get solved at the end. That was frustrating. But it was still pretty good overall... kinda predictable though... but at least there's a conflict.

And finally I've been reading Stephen Colbert's book, I Am America (And So Can You). It's pretty entertaining. I've been on the wait list at the library since it came out and finally got a hold of it. I was surprised to see that it's a nonfiction book with a call number 818.something. I'm trying to figure out what the 818 stands for since I really can't put my finger on what the overall subject is... except perhaps American culture. I know I could just look it up, but the librarian in me is trying to figure it out for herself.

Of course once I finish reading this book, I'll be left with nothing, so I may be spending some time today browsing Amazon and the libraray's catalog looking for new reads. (Basically I need to find enough books to keep me entertained until the final Twilight novel comes out this August... I've never anticipated the release of a book as much as this one).


Still No Baby

Yep... I'm still pregnant. Only 11 days left until my due date. Which seems like an eternity to me right now. The good news is that I just came back from a dr appt and they told me that I'm already 2 cm dialated. Not that that means I'm in labor, but at least I know my body is aware of the fact that it's close to time. According to the doctor I was also having a contraction while she was listening to the baby's heartbeat, but I didn't feel anything, so maybe I'll be one of those lucky few people whose labor isn't entirely agonizing (though either way I'm still planning on getting an epidural, so it really doesn't matter). In all honesty though the last few weeks haven't been as physically uncomfortable as I thought. Other than it being nearly impossible to bend over and not being able to stay on my feet for too long, I've been feeling fairly normal. Sometimes I even forget that my stomach sticks out further than the rest of my body and I bang things into it (don't worry, not too hard).

That's my baby update. Other updates...

I finished my job last week. I was more sad to leave than I thought I'd be. I really enjoyed working in the children's department. The patrons were super nice and so grateful for any help you could give (even if it wasn't much) and the other children's librarians all got along really well and were fun to work with. The teen center part of my job wasn't as enjoyable all the time. Working until 10:30 every Friday night wasn't ideal, but I had a good last few weeks. I do enjoy putting together special programs and the last 2 weeks I ran a program where the teens made these little mini stuffed animals (patterns from the Cute Book-- which you have to check out because they are so adorable), and it turned out to be a better success that I anticipated. It's always hard to predict whether or not teens will be interested in something we plan, but they all seemed to enjoy themselves, and we even had a bunch of guys participate. Which kinda surprised me since the project involved LOTS of sewing (and it was painfully obvious that most of them had never even seen a needle and thread before). But anyway, I was glad that the teens enjoyed themselves and even happier that no one used the needles to stab anyone else. So on my last day at work I talked with the branch manager for a while and she recommended that once I'm ready, I should add my name to the substitute list for the library and that way I can work a few hours a week from time to time. So I think I'll probably do that once I'm ready to start working a little bit again, and the I plan on keeping my eyes open for Children's Librarian positions in the county.


After finding a "You know you're a pianist when..." list on a friend's page, I stumbled across a "You know you're a music major when..." The music major list applied much more to me than the pianist one did (mostly because I'm not all that hot at piano, but I'm sure if you were, that list would apply to you). So I thought I'd share some of my favorites, because they are really dead on. At first I thought that all college majors had their weirdnesses, but since my sister is taking a music class to fulfill one of her Gen Ed requirements she has pointed out to me that it's strange to see people walking around the halls singing really loudly to themselves. Really? Not everyone does that? Anyway... here they are...

...you've ever had to sing to yourself in class to understand the point the teacher was trying to make.
... someone's cell phone goes off in class and people try to name the interval, including the professor. (can't even count the number of times a cell phone ring tone would become the topic of musical discussion in a class)
... everybody in your department knows everyone else, if not by name then at least by instrument.
... recital attendance credit will be the death of you. (mostly because we had to take it for 5 semesters and it actually counts as 0 credits)
... you actually have some classical music and show tunes on your iPod.
... you know the difference in between baroque, classical, and romantic music, and that Beethoven did not write all three.
... you know the beauty of manuscript of paper, one packet can last you for years.
... your personality has become defined by your instrument or voice part.
... you understand there is a silent war between the vocalists and the instrumentalists.
... your classes are randomly interrupted by the sound of someone loudly practicing down the hallway.
... someone says the words "sight-singing and ear training" and you feel a sudden urge to cry. (so so so true)
... even if you try to stay under the radar, most of the professors in your department actually know who you are.
... you've ever turned a pop song into an opera or classical piece. (check)
... you've ever had to write a paper that was more than five pages long on one freakin' piece of music.
... you've pretty much been in classes with all the same people since your freshman year.
... sometimes you pretty much hate making music, but it's such a part of you that you know you're not changing your major.
... you keep catching yourself randomly conducting music, even if it's
"Money Maker" or "Bye, Bye, Bye".
... you've ever laughed at a really corny joke that used a musical term.
... you've ever MADE a really corny joke that used a musical term, then actually laughed at your own stupid joke. (here's one of my favorites... What do you get when a piano falls on an army guy? A: A flat Major. hahahahahaha)
... meter changes in pop music make you cheer. (the meter doesnt even have to change any pop song that not in 4/4 makes me cheer)
... you even realize a pop song just had a meter change.
... you associate Beethoven Symphonies with certain moods during your day.
... you laugh when TV ads come on that have instruments in them and you know that the person is holding it wrong.
... you know that the person on TV playing the music but rather, Joshua Bell, or Yo-Yo Ma dubbed over the person.
... if you're in class and hear a muffled but insistent ticking coming from somewhere. Eventually everyone starts noticing and looking around, and diving for cover screaming, "Bomb!" and you are so used to the noise that it takes long awkward moments for you to finally realize... "Oh yeah, um, sorry guys. That's my metronome in my book bag. It must have been bumped accidentally...." (yes, my metronome has randomly gone off while in class)
...you see a sheet music mural and think it is just about the coolest thing ever, but mostly you just sit there trying to figure out composer/piece. (and half the time I point out all the incorrect notations in the mural... usually if it's a real piece though I can figure out what it is)
... the only things you can spell are chords. (I'm fairly confident that I can spell any chord out there... Abm7b5add11 = Ab Cb Ebb Gb C, not sure if that would sound very good, but that's how it works)
...you would rather practice piano than go to dinner and eat crappy cafeteria food.
...when listening to music as you walk, you automatically fall into step.
... your professors are like a second set of parents.
... you can answer the phone with a real or tonal answer.
... you enjoy the tang of a tri-tone whenever you can. (fyi: a tritone is the interval that begins "The Simpsons" theme song, they aren't very common in melodies)

(if interested in the rest of the list... and to give credit where it's due: http://themusingsofkev.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html)